Barber’s setting of “The Coolin'” is on my mind this morning – it is a text and setting that continues to haunt me:
Come with me, under my coat,
and we will drink our fill of the milk of the white goat,
or wine if it be thy will.
And we will talk, until talk is a trouble, too,
out on the side of the hill;
And nothing is left to do, but an eye to look into an eye,
and a hand in a hand to slip; and a sigh to answer a sigh;
And a lip to find out a lip! What if the night be black!
And the air on the mountain chill! Where all but the fern is still!
Stay with me, under my coat!
and we will drink our fill of the milk of the white goat,
out on the side of the hill!
Although I’m not crazy about the following performance, I like the way they did the YouTube video – it might be a wonderful model for us all:
John Pearson says
John Pearson says